Chapter 91 Chapter 91 She Has Me Enough

"Bang!"

There was a loud slam of a door slamming shut, so hard that the water in the glass on the coffee table shook slightly.

As Ji Siyun left angrily, Song Youning lowered his head, supported himself on the sofa with both hands, and the expression on his face, hidden by his long hair on both sides, gradually calmed down.

No sadness, no anxiety, and no anger.

She stared quietly at the slippers on her feet - the same home brand she usually wore, just the right size.

And this house, which is decorated entirely according to her preferences, proves that Ji Siyun has been preparing for it for a long time.

She sat there, her slender back slightly bent, her protruding shoulder blades like a butterfly flapping its wings. The system couldn't even hear her thoughts, and the only sound in the empty villa was her shallow breathing.

The system couldn't stand the silence and asked Song Youning, "Host, should Ji Siyun be able to succeed?"

After a while, Song Youning slowly answered: "Probably."

The system instantly felt relieved, and after a long sigh, it said, "The next step is to wait for him to retaliate against you."

At this point, it hesitated a bit: "He looked so angry just now that he didn't even bother to say a harsh word to you. Now it's like this... Is this okay?"

Song Youning's eyes moved, and he twitched the corner of his lips to avoid the topic: "Let's wait until he takes over the company."

The system, oblivious to her evasive attitude, continued its chatter, "Didn't you just say he could successfully force your father to step down? He's the male protagonist; he's definitely going to succeed after all this effort. I think instead of worrying about something that's easy to achieve, we should really think about how to get you offline in a way that's consistent with the original story."

It clicked its tongue, annoying Song Youning.

"I see Ji Siyun is madly in love with you right now. Not to mention sending you offline, he'd be heartbroken if you even had a scratch on your hand. Host, are you planning to find a fiancé and dump him?"

The electronic chirping of the system kept ringing in her head. Song Youning gently rubbed her solar plexus with her fingers. She felt that the air that had been suppressed in her chest for the past few days was becoming more and more full. The inexplicable irritability spread outward like ripples in the breeze, making it impossible for her to calm down.

"Host, isn't your method too naive? Ji Siyun easily dealt with Ning Congwen, and it was not enough to completely infuriate him. Do you have other plans..."

"Shut up!"

The system's noise made his head hurt. Song Youning scolded it in his heart and stood up suddenly from the sofa.

"Of course it's impossible—"

He got up too suddenly, and with a buzzing sound in his ears, the things in his sight gradually became darker, and the sound of Sister Wang cooking in the kitchen became more and more blurred. Song Youning subconsciously supported himself on the back of the sofa to avoid falling down.

The dizziness came and went quickly. After a few seconds, everything returned to normal. After Song Youning calmed down, he stopped talking to the system and went straight upstairs.

She walked around upstairs and found that there was only one bedroom in such a big house.

Song Youning stared at the setting sun that happened to fall on the only big bed, and felt that Ji Siyun's abacus beads were about to hit her face.

The toiletries in the room were placed exactly as the Song family had. After pretending to cry and be angry for a long time, Song Youning felt a little tired at this time.

Ji Siyun was so well prepared, and there should be some clothes for her to change into in the cloakroom. She didn't feel nervous or uncomfortable at all because of suddenly being in an unfamiliar environment. She walked into the cloakroom with ease and opened the cabinet doors one by one to look for clothes.

She looked so calm, as if she was the mistress of the house, not a "hostage" forced to live there.

After finding clothes and taking a shower, Song Youning came out of the bathroom, drying her hair. There was a knock on the door. Sister Wang seemed to have been waiting outside for a while and called her respectfully, "Miss, dinner is ready."

Song Youning rolled his eyes, deliberately lowered his voice to make it sound weak, and answered her through the door: "I have no appetite, I won't eat anymore."

Sister Wang was not like Aunt Chen. When she heard that she didn't want to eat, she didn't say much. The footsteps outside the door gradually faded away.

Throwing away the half-wet towel, Song Youning dried her hair and lay down on the bed. Her beautiful almond-shaped eyes were wide open, staring at the ceiling in a daze.

This world is really strange.

Although there are only a few sentences about the story between "Song Youning" and Ji Siyun, and there is very little useful information, there are many differences from what she has seen in recent years.

Ji Siyun seemed to have never hated her.

The damp hair pressing on the pillow made people feel a little uncomfortable. Song Youning turned over, and the drawn curtains swayed gently in the breeze. Through the occasional open gaps, the setting sun gradually set, and the light became weaker and weaker until it became dark.

A woman's sigh was heard in the quiet room, and then peace returned to the room.

A black business car was parked outside the detention center. Ji Siyun got out of the car. There was another familiar car in the parking lot. He glanced at that car as he passed by and strode towards the detention center without stopping for a moment.

Assistant Fang followed behind him and reported to him, "Mrs. Song came over as soon as Miss Song left, but she hadn't been able to see Mr. Song until now. They just met after completing the formalities."

Ji Siyun nodded slightly, his red lips forming sharp lines, and said, "Don't let her know about this."

"I understand." Assistant Fang nodded immediately.

Inside the detention center.

Song's father Yun Danfeng smiled lightly and held Song's mother's hand to comfort her: "It's not a big deal, don't worry, we will be able to get out soon."

It was already suffering for Song's father to be detained here at his age, but now he was comforting her. Song's mother was so distressed that she turned her face away and wiped her tears silently.

Song's father immediately cried out "Ouch" and wiped her tears with a tissue, saying comfortingly, "We've been through so many ups and downs, this is nothing. Don't cry, I'll be out in a couple of days."

When Ji Siyun came in, Song's father had just coaxed Song's mother back to tears. When she saw him walk in, Song's mother's face immediately changed. She pointed at him angrily and cursed: "What are you doing here, you ungrateful wolf? Are you laughing at us? Get out, get out!"

Father Song pressed her hand down, his left hand resting on her back to help her breathe. "Don't worry, the doctor said you need to pay attention to your emotions."

While comforting Mother Song, he looked at Ji Siyun calmly and said coldly, "I underestimated you."

Ji Siyun's eyes were cold, his figure was handsome and indifferent, and his deep black eyes looked at them indifferently.

His expression suddenly reminded Song's father why he had always disliked him.

Even though they were poor people from the mountains who were helped by him, he always looked at them with a condescending and contemptuous look.

He always had an illusion that in Ji Siyun's eyes, he and Song's mother - no, it should be everyone in this world, in his eyes, were ants.

Even Song Youning, who abused him in every possible way, was the same. Even though she tortured him to the point of bruises all over his body, his underlying attitude was still as disdainful as the Creator treating ants.

It was only in the past few years that his attitude towards Song Youning suddenly changed, from treating him like dirt to treating him like a god. It was precisely because of his change in attitude that Song's father relaxed his vigilance and forgot his inherent indifference and cruelty.

Father Song took a deep breath and said slowly, "You've messed up the company. If you continue like this, in a few days, even if you can solve the chip problem, the group will be seriously damaged."

"If you want the company, I can give it to you. It's your hard work, and there's no need to destroy it." Father Song's throat moved, and he blinked hard, saying, "I only have one request: Don't hurt Ningning."

Ji Siyun finally spoke, his voice a little hoarse, "I would rather get hurt myself than hurt a hair on her head."

A cold gaze shot through them, and Ji Siyun curled his lips into a sarcastic arc and said, "What qualifications do you have to say such things?"

"We are her parents!" Song's mother was enraged by him, her eyes like knives, wishing she could gouge him out right there and then, "You are the one who has no right!"

Ji Siyun's expression suddenly became even more gloomy. His sinister gaze fell on Song's father's face. He said in a deep voice, "You deceived her into going on a blind date with someone she didn't know without her consent. Even though you knew that the other party was surrounded by many beautiful women, you still pushed for this marriage."

His sword-like gaze shifted to Song's mother again.

"You kept saying you would never give up on her, but the moment you heard your husband was taken away by the police, you decided to abandon her."

"How can people like you be qualified to be her parents!" Ji Siyun looked at them as if they were garbage in the sewer, with anger hidden in his face. He took a deep breath, thinking of Song Youning's distraught look as he walked out of the Song family today, a sharp pain came from his chest, and his already white skin became even paler as snow.

The pain in his heart made him feel dazed, and he murmured unconsciously: "If I had known this would happen, I shouldn't have set it up..."

His voice was so soft that the Song couple couldn't hear what he said. As parents, their feelings towards their children were being loudly questioned by an outsider. Song's father slammed his palm on the table and stood up suddenly: "Isn't all this your fault?"

"You knew you were not worthy of Ningning, but you still chose to provoke her. Why didn't you wait for you to marry into her family before she was completely bewitched by you and get her to spend time with someone of a compatible family background? "Song's father didn't hide his disgust and contempt for Ji Siyun, his chest heaving with anger. "As long as we are here, Ningning will not suffer any hardship no matter who she marries. No matter who it is, they will have to hold her in high esteem."

Song's father tried his best to maintain his dignity. He raised his finger to point at Ji Siyun, but his fingers trembled uncontrollably. "It was you who turned her group upside down, causing its stock price to plummet. You even sent her parents, who could have protected her, to the detention center. You stripped her of everything, and now you have the nerve to come to us and blame her!"

"You? Protect her?"

Ji Siyun seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world. A sarcastic smile curled up his cold, thin lips. His face revealed a strange contempt. His long, thick, black eyelashes drooped downwards. He said vaguely, "In this world... who do you think you are?"

"She has me, that's all."

"You!" Song's mother was enraged by his tone. She stood up with rapid breathing. For a moment, she felt dizzy and was supported by Song's father in time. She was so angry that her speech was intermittent. "Ji Siyun, if we hadn't taken you to the Song family, you, you——"

"Qingqing, calm down." Song's father kept comforting Song's mother. When he saw that Song's mother's pale face had improved, his worried eyes turned from her to Ji Siyun.

The cold and gloomy young man found a place to sit, with his legs casually spread apart and his body slightly leaning back. Although it was the same person, with the same simple sitting posture, he exuded the aura of a superior.

He was never someone they could control.

Song's father gathered his composure and looked at his mother. His wife hadn't been in good health since she recovered from her illness. She had been worried for days and couldn't stand the emotional fluctuations. Facing her worried eyes, Song's father supported his mother and walked her to the door. "You rest outside first. I'll talk to him alone."

Song's father half-pushed and half-coaxed Song's mother out the door, gently patted the back of her hand, gave her a smile to calm her uneasy mood, and turned around to close the door.